Ode to London
I’m at a hen do this weekend, so after a few days at home and then a brief return to London to re-pack my bags, I’ve not spent much time in the city. It’s odd how London makes me feel. I’m a real homebody when it comes to it – I love heading back to the countryside, spending time with my family, going on long (undisturbed) runs, and eating hearty, home-cooked meals. But the city is my home too. I’ve been here a little over two years and built a life here. I love London, I love complaining about it, I love exploring it, and I have an amazing group of friends here. With all the stress going on in the world, it’s time for a bit of selfcare. It used to be that selfcare meant going home, and sometimes it still does, but now there is a certain restorative feeling being back in London too.
I arrived back in London on Thursday for a committee meeting, and ended up in a pub. Loud music, lots of people, busy roads. And yet I felt completely at ease. The house here doesn’t just feel like rented accommodation, it feels like home. There is a reassurance in coming back to my life in London. The familiarity of it, and even the bustle – it turns out I can’t sleep in absolute silence any more. I can never totally hate the city – even if I get frustrated by it – because it’s become home to me. I never thought I would fall in love with a place in quite the same way as I have here. I especially never thought I would become a city person. And yet, here I am, and here I want to stay.
I miss London when I’m away. I can’t wait to get back – not just to my own bed, but to my own city. Time away is good – it’s restorative and gives you time to reflect and re-energise – but time back is always much more exciting.